When I was a little boy, probably around 8 or 9, I used to pull my bed over by the window so that I could fall asleep in the starlight... I'd spend most of those nights, before sleeping, with my eyes opened and watching the sky. I live in the city so it's difficult to see the stars, with the streetlights and pollution and whatnot, but I still got a great deal of comfort just gazing up at that black cloth and watching clouds and clouds of smoke just walking by.
This poem brought me back there, to when I was young and naive enough to fantasize about something fantastic, such as angels holding a cloth at either end, in the sky... and when that bird would whisper me awake, I too would frown, because I was so happy just being alone and dreaming with my eyes open.
Thank you for the memory. I'm putting this in my library, because I'll like to read it again sometime in the future... just to bring me back there again.
"Faith" means the will to avoid knowing what is true.
~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche